Four lines of prose about: the impact.
Because Kat and I watched No Impact Man tonight. It's impressive what can be accomplished when you set your mind to it.
The penultimate market of the season is tomorrow morning. Hopefully the rain they're calling for doesn't materialize.
It was impossible not to feel the impact of his presence the moment he walked into a room. Heads turned, conversations crumbled to dust, spines straightened. You could set your watch by the response.
Yet somehow he never saw it for himself.